Word: lazutkin
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Dates: during 1997-1997
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...Foale and Lazutkin too, the day would be a busy one. Bringing Progress in for a dead-reckoning docking would take the cooperation of all three crewmen. Tsibliyev would be at the helm in the core module, watching the monitor and operating the joysticks as the vessel approached. Lazutkin would be behind him, peering out a nearby window to call out the spacecraft's coordinates. Foale would be dispatched to the station's most distant module, the Kvant, where the unmanned ship would actually dock. Shining a laser range finder out the stern porthole, he would measure Progress's distance...
...crew prepared for the day, Lazutkin floated into the main module and rigged the television monitor that had so famously failed weeks before. He worked the cables with the skill of a snake charmer, hooking them up to the TV with an authoritative snap. "You're not going to have a problem this time," he reassured Tsibliyev. "The picture is not going to disappear...
JUNE 25, NOON Tsibliyev could always count on Lazutkin. When Sasha told you a piece of equipment was going to work, it usually did. Shortly before midday, the Mir crew gathered in the main module, and Tsibliyev sent a command to the Progress vehicle, instructing it to open its electronic-eye camera and train its gaze on the station. The camera responded, and moments later, the TV monitor, as promised, flickered to life. Tsibliyev and Lazutkin seemed pleased; Foale was decidedly less...
...Foale watched the screen, Lazutkin watched the window and Tsibliyev worked his sticks, Mir grew steadily larger on the TV. Tsibliyev picked up a stopwatch and began to click off blocks of time. Measuring the solar panels of the station as they grew larger against a grid overlying the screen and making some quick calculations with the watch, he could estimate how fast the spacecraft was closing. Judging by Tsibliyev's apparent calm, Foale reckoned things were going well...
Foale bounded back into the Kvant module, peered out the porthole and saw that the ship had not yet moved within the limited aperture of the little window. He swam back into the core module. "Nothing," he said to Tsibliyev. "Sasha?" Tsibliyev said to Lazutkin. "Nothing," Lazutkin echoed from his window...